don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Ohhhh, Raza can imagine it, alright. Her gaze grows dark and troubled, warm brown eyes muddying with emotion and revelations. Her jaw sets itself against the world and its determination to race towards something so unnecessary; what had war done for them last time? Who were the Gods to say they should enter into it again? Leaning forward to place her elbows on her knees, Raza finally exhales. “Aight. Yeah.”
It’s a shock to her system. Everything she immediately imagines can be taken a step further, and it makes her stomach churn in a way that all those casual crimes and threats do not. “Thanks for tellin’ me. I’ll keep me ‘n Mik’s ears open.” Head bobbing up and down as Raza rises, her head is already clearly elsewhere. The idea of war has the hard-edged Torcher shaken in a way that deep-sea monsters never could.
It’s a shock to her system. Everything she immediately imagines can be taken a step further, and it makes her stomach churn in a way that all those casual crimes and threats do not. “Thanks for tellin’ me. I’ll keep me ‘n Mik’s ears open.” Head bobbing up and down as Raza rises, her head is already clearly elsewhere. The idea of war has the hard-edged Torcher shaken in a way that deep-sea monsters never could.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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